Every single thought that goes through my head is closely examined for blog potential. Then, if potential exists, I beginning the worrying process that I will forget what I was thinking before I have a chance to write it down. Because of this fear, I was carrying a legal pad of paper with me everywhere I went. It was not a pretty fashion statement. So, I've moved on to typing "notes" into my phone. I have to put them somewhere, though. All I need is more useless, trivial thoughts cramming my already overflowing brain and competing for valuable memory space. It's just too much pressure.
And, these are just the things I want to remember for the blog. Then there are the un-useful things that bombard me in everyday existence that are not blog worthy. Like the homemade doggie treats for sale at the hairdressers. I mean, really! There has to be something to blog about that. But. I got nothin'.
I'm also terrified to look at anyone else's blog anymore. If I like something they say, there is a 50% chance that I will unwittingly allow my subconscious to plagerize them - believe me, it's happened before. As my friend, Robin quotes,
"She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit." -W. Somerset MaughamI believe Mr. Maugham was probably talking about me.
So, for the most part I keep falling back to the actions of those around me. Namely, my husband, children and friends. I don't know what this will be like for them. But, I can't imagine it's going to be pleasant living as fodder for my blog posts.
3 comments:
You are a riot!
:) I am so glad to have you around. Aren't we great?
We really are. :D
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